Random and not so random musings from a 5th generation NE Missourian who became a 1st generation Episcopalian. Let the good times roll!

O, that blessed one, grief-laden,blessed Mother, blessed Maiden,Mother of the all-holy One;O that silent, ceaseless mourning,O those dim eyes, never turning
from that wondrous, suffering Son.

It must have been a tense
time for the Holy Family as they prepared to leave Nazareth in light of
the angel's instructions to abandon their home. How does one prepare to
escape without attracting much attention? Knowing they had to leave
the security of home and possessions carried its own stress and fear.
As they fled, each person they represented on the road represented a
potential hidden danger. It must have felt quite troublesome to seek
refuge in the land where their ancestors found only bondage.

Each day, mothers and their children flee danger. Some flee to
escape flooding, storms, hurricanes, typhoons. Some flee because of war
and oppression. Some flee abusers within their own households--people
they love. Others flee from economic bondage in the form of sweatshops
and exploitative work arrangements. Just as Mary, Joseph, and Jesus
fled to avoid a certain death for their son in the Slaughter of the
Innocents, families all over the world pack their bags and seek a new
home, a new country, for shelter and sanctuary. Some hope for a new
life and new prosperity. Many only have the clothes on their backs and a
few treasured possessions. Many risk being "illegal." Sometimes they
suddenly find themselves in exile because governments dissolve or the
ruling powers are overthrown, and situations dictate that they can no
longer return home.

In times of natural disaster and war, families sometimes return home
to find they no longer have one. Sometimes they return to find a
physical shell of what they called home, but the rest of their family
dead. Towns and villages can be wiped from a map, but the memory of
those who once lived there can only be wiped off the map if we choose to
forget them. Painful as it might be, may we remember.

Let us pray. (silence)

God of sanctuary, just as Mary
and Joseph chose to flee in order to spare the life of young Jesus,
families flee every day to save the lives of their children. They risk
new and present dangers to escape the dangers of the world they already
know. They choose to accept the ambiguities of the unknown rather than
be swallowed up by the dangers in their immediate present moments.
Illumine their path as they seek new homes, permanent and temporary.
Comfort them when they mourn those who die in the whirlwind of violence;
assuage them from the sense of guilt that sometimes comes with the
mercy of survival. Give them the courage to start over. We ask these
things in the name of your Son, Jesus. Amen.